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While it was unknown to adventurers until the year 10069, an issue of succession drew a group of new adventurers into it's political roil. The time of King Stephen was drawing to an end, and he had no proper heirs. The king decided that he would relinquish the throne to the most worth of the five Lords of Irlany.
He is a well thought of lord with a friendly personality. He keeps all of the citizen of the land happy and content. After his advisor was killed in a tragic accident involving bandits, his new advisor Sarah has taken the reigns and it has been more of the same.But, he is very quick to anger when people go against his wishes. The loss of his previous advisor has had a noticeable impact on him and he tends to travel significantly less than in the past.
Lord Vren was an illusion master, consistantly putting out illusions that were so powerful they almost felt real. After the king declared he was searching for a heir, Vren began putting his plans into action, by having new adventurers steal a crystal to boost his magic. Vren was 5'10“, dark green hair and always wore his red cape. Very seldom was he actually seen, and would do buisness with his clone illusion, Nerv. who had red hair and a green cape. He was very intelligent, and would usually spend his free time researching.
17 years old, tall, and too lost in the passions of youth for his own good. He was thrust into being the head of his family at a large age, and has been somewhat spoiled by the treatment he's received. He tries to cover himself head to toe in his wealth, wearing fine red silk, detailed with gold most of the time. Surrounding himself with beautiful women, he quickly found himself distracted from the succession dilemna. He was the original one to contact adventurers, and the primary portal still rests in what used to be his lands.
Lord Braken Hammerstone of the Wastes oversees the desert region to the north west. His people are a strong and hearty one used to living in such hot and barren conditions. Deep in the desert they have found small pockets of gems and ores in which they mine and forge in order to trade for other resources. Lord Braken does not covet other lands or power. Like the shifting sands of the desert he too knows that empires are meant to rise and fall at the whim of fate, but as always his people live on. He only seeks to maintain leadership of his people and stakes over his homeland. “Let all the other petty lords fight for power it matters not whose feet i kiss once a year, as long as my people remain and my homeland secure. It’s all a Hammerstone can ask for.”
Starkweather is an older human, perhaps in his mid-forties, with brown hair peppered with gray, and a closely trimmed beard. If one were to describe him in a single word, that word would be sturdy. He is many-scarred, and his hands are deeply calloused, but through it all he has remained, unbowed, unbent and unbroken.He sought to put King Stephen's bastard son on the throne.
Tall, blonde, and willowy, Sirona the Elf is an herbalist and a powerful alchemist. Given the right herbs, she can make just about anything, from a potion that will call someone back from death’s door, to a deadly toxic cloud. Her inclinations however, are towards beneficial items, potions that heal or empower the imbiber. She was a friend of Alexander Starkweather, and according to rumors was at one point his lover.
Unfortunately for him, not much long later, he was assassinated by a poison, killing him. Due to having masses of unfinished business dealing with the other lords, his soul refused to pass on, making him into a ghost. To this day he passes around the island, seeking for his killer and to get revenge.
When Lord Charles ascended the throne, he wasted no time in disappearing. Neither he, nor Arthur have been seen or heard from since that night. Their whereabouts are currently unknown.
Sirona After Charles took the throne, she left Irlany, wandering the isles for sometime before setting up shop on the newly discovered Ageron, where she remains selling potions, poultices, and various herbal remedies. Remember: Sir Locke